I liked it better
When we fought
Then I could get attention
Then you'd call me out

Dear sweet attention
What's my name
Slap me
Berate me
Carmalize me instead

Make me pretty
Attention will follow
Many beds

Till I collapse underneath
My pillow instead
And crawl to walk
And walk I shall stay

Firm and steady
Not wishing I was dead
Past washed
Past watched
Not to show up
But to feel me
leave my IMPRINT

Oasis
Meet me there
Where angels grin
And demons  do not stare

Oasis
Set aside
The clock inside
Your wicked mind

Up a mountain
Restrain from pain
Color me a picture
Lay down with me

Sweet child
You misunderstood me
I am not you
I am your enemy

Take me, im not easily bruised
Misplace me
I'll be found when
I'm lost again

Empty me while
Letting go of listening
Find me
Let go

Compare
Contrast
Throw in the trash

Keep me
I'm yours
Again and again
Till this
Light gets sore

You were my high
Hiding behind clouds of smoke
You were my numb
When I didn't give
A ****

You were my gifted
When I had a million
Things to say

You were my tarnished
When brains ends
Worn out too thin

You were the ashes
i drank
When I could not think

You were my loss
My remorse
I laid covered in

A sudden fade
To turn white skies
Grey

A driven desire
To kiss air
And make fire

You were mine
And always will be

Slow sinks
Toilet brinks
Shishkaboobs
Prison walls

Insane melodic mix
Of hourglasses
Set on empty

How many vertabreas
Will you hit on today

Tired
Weary
Never
Too much
Never or
Nothing

Birth
Light
Life smells again

Nice
Sweet
Burst of
Hueish Ranges
Cascade
Down
My eyelids
Like utopias
ARRIVALS

An end
A peace
A wet willow
Tree

Alone
Desolate
Frozen
I stay for hours

Confused
In dark
No end
No START

Just known
Just Alone

Hoping to be
Brought Up again
From births springs
By a latent
Mystery man
One who will teach me that ashes aren't the worst thing I could sift within

To breathe in parasites
Let them swirl around
In your room for a bit
and blow back the soote
Of burdens past mistook

And sit with them all
And watch them run wild
Pick one of your favorites
And ask him to stay for a while

Share a verse or two
Please ask him to wipe
Away the voodoo
At The Door

Who could ask for
Anything More

If my Feet
We're wet
Submerged
Insync
Without time itself

Maybe the one talked over and hushed
Grew up to be quiet, reserved
Trying to develop a voice of their own
But it was never heard

Maybe the one seeking attention
Spent their life being ignored
Experiences shape perceptions
And perceptions shape our world

But this is where we start, not end
After all, we're not cement
We change and bend and learn and grow
We can end above and start below
Beliefs can change and so can we
What we were, we don't have to be